It's raining.
Luckily, the two boys standing on the roof of Ashford Academy have an umbrella to share.
The hazel-haired one is holding it; he's waiting for the other to say something. The other – a handsome, pale boy with raven hair – is trying to figure out just how to phrase said 'something'.
"Suzaku", he begins. He hesitates; the other urges him to go on. "I... Suzaku, I think I love you."
The brunet looks confused, then stunned, then just a tiny bit appalled. He pushes the beautiful boy away; the latter stumbles backwards into the rain, cold droplets clinging to his hair and clothes. Water runs down his cheeks; is it rain or tears? The other tries to think of something to say.
"Oh, geez, Lelouch... you know... I just don't... I don't feel that way about you."
The desperate, wet, beautiful boy shakes his head – water cascades around him – and smiles miserably.
"I know."
A sudden flash of red, and the brunet ceases to think.
"Love me."